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[inkings]

I am not doing your makeup again, I meant what I said.

[ would literally rather pull out one of her own teeth. it would be less painful than trying to keep him still for any amount of time.. ]

[singlelogbridge]

[He snorts and shakes his head, pulling out his phone and handing it over to her.]

I want to buy some new clothes. I've seen some stuff on TV that looks a lot more like what I'm used to, but mixed with—[He gestures around them to signify "all of this"]

Do you know what I mean? I haven't seen anything like that in stores here, but it's a thing, right? On the internet somewhere? [He doesn't understand much about the internet but he understands it has everything.]

[inkings]

Ohh. Yeah, you can buy online. [ she takes his phone from him and— ]

Have you still not put a passcode on this thing?

[ jiang cheng voice: wei wuxian! ]

[singlelogbridge]

[Staring at her.]

Why would it need a passcode?

[inkings]

[ mal opens her mouth.

closes it. ]

No. I'm not getting into this on Lunar New Year. [ tomorrow, however…

she opens his web browser, and waits on the search engine. ]

Do you remember the brand? Store name?

[singlelogbridge]

[inkings]

[inkings]

Okay, note to self to teach you brands and the assorted other horrors of capitalism. But that can wait until tomorrow.

[ she types in a search query and hopes for the best. once the page loads, she opens the first link and scrolls to the clothes featured. ]

Is this kinda what you were looking for?

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[He leans over her shoulder to glance at the screen and brightens immediately, pointing out an image that seems to be what he was going for. It's a modern hanfu style piece, fairly similar to his and Lan Wangji's current looks, but with notable modernized differences.]

This! Are there other kinds like this? [Because it's nice and all, but all of the colors shown are on the light side.]

Oh, maybe I should get something for Lan Zhan too. [He pauses to consider that. His paycheck is modest, but he hasn't actually spent much of it on anything aide from food (and liquor) and other necessities, so he has a decent amount saved up.]

How do you buy them from here? Is this like the stores where everything is already made? Will it take a long time? Is there anything in black? [He doesn't give her time to answer as he shoots off his questions, clearly excited by the prospect of using the internet to buy clothes.]

[inkings]

[ the corner of mal's mouth pulls up. ] Are you actually four-years-old?

[singlelogbridge]

[Instinctively, without missing a beat, Wei Wuxian turns to her with a bright grin.]

Xianxian is three. [A second later, he realizes what he's done and he turns his head into her shoulder to hide.]

[inkings]

[ laughing, she gives his head a little shove. ] You're ridiculous.

[ the actual worst. she loves him to pieces. ]

All right, Xianxian. For future reference, you can buy anything on the Internet, and that's a very real warning. Be very careful what you go looking for.

[ the last thing she needs is wei wuxian discovering the dark web. or facebook. ]

But when it comes to clothes, some is already made, which will generally be cheaper, and some designers will ask for your measurements so it'll fit only you. But the cost goes up accordingly. And if you can't find the exact thing you're looking for in one site—

[ she bookmarks the site they were on and heads back to the search page to look for another. she filters the results on the next site, and a cascade of dark colors appear on the screen. ]

You can find it somewhere else.

[singlelogbridge]

[After grumbling something incomprehensible into her shoulder, he lifts his head again. With Mal's help, he picks out a handful of things (with one or two intended for Lan Wangji) and Mal shows him how to track their progress in the email she'd also help him set up a while back. Satisfied with his purchases, he pockets his phone and motions Mal back over to the main room, drinks in hand.]

Since you're here, want to help me make something? I've been trying to figure out how to do this since yesterday, but the paper I have is so thick. [He motions to a stack of red paper sitting in a pile along with a pair of scissors, tape, and glue.]

I'm trying to make a lantern.

[inkings]

Oof. Yeah, this paper isn't going to cut it. [ she takes one between her fingers, feeling its thickness.

she makes a little moue. ]

Way I see it, you have two options. One, you try to find a place that sells the kind of paper you need in the hours you have left. Or two, [ she quirks her eyebrows at him, ] I enchant the paper.

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[He snorts and shoves the pile at her, relief in his expression.]

I looked everywhere. If you don't mind, I'd appreciate it. It's not like we have to have them or anything, but it would be...it'd be nice.

[inkings]

[ one spell later, mal shoves the pile, now comprised of delicate and thin red sheets, back. ]

Next time, you can search for specialty shops nearby online. Or just buy directly on the Internet.

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Ugh. [He shakes his head, wrinkling his nose.] That involves foresight Mal. Who has time for that?

[He grins at her after and begins to gather the paper up along with some thin wire that he pulls from his work space.] Have you ever made lanterns before? Want to learn?

[inkings]

[ clearly not the man who can’t be bothered to organize. she gingerly slides what can only be accurately called “stuff and things” off a seat, and drops into it after. ]

I’m always here for learning. [ while he busies himself, she snags a pen and starts doodling on a stray envelope. ]

I spent lunar New Year once in Northern Wei. My friend, Lonnie, invited us. Didn’t get to make lanterns, but I saw them decorating the buildings. There was an entire road where row after row of lanterns had been hung. [ she grins at the memory. ] It was magnificent walking under them.

[singlelogbridge]

[He can picture her description perfectly, a hundred memories springing to mind.]

You would have loved Lotus Pier at Lunar New Year. Nothing could compare. More lanterns than you could imagine, street vendors at every corner—the food alone! [His grin turns a little wry (and a little sad, though he snorts quickly and shakes it off before he allows himself to fall too far down that path.)]

I would eat so much! Always way too much. [The memories fade and he winks at her, returning to the present.]

It might be smaller tonight, but it'll be just as good. [No soup from Shijie perhaps, but lanterns put together by the two of them. No Jiang Cheng nagging at his manners, but Lan Wangji and Jory sitting at the same table.]

Alright, here's how we start. [And like that he turns his focus to the lantern making, quickly showing her how to create the structure out of wire and then begin to form the paper around it.]

[inkings]

[ her first wire frame is sad, her second better, by the third it starts resembling wei wuxian's example. she has better luck with the paper, even managing to hide her sad, sad frame.

halfway through her lanterns, she asks, ] Do you decorate these after?